That trust was well-rewarded. Damen held him gently but with a strength in those hands that promised Laurent wasn't going anywhere, so long as he kept yielding himself to Damen's slow movements. It was the sweetest torture, that pace that was set in the early breaths between them, more rolling grind within Laurent than a full-fledged thrust. Damen let him feel the deep-seated pressure first, hips canting infinitesimally. His own face was flushing at the exquisite pleasure of it. He was used to taking his time with a virgin body. But...this was his husband, his...love. It was different.

Damen groaned, very softly. His hand moved along Laurent's thigh, gliding up to his cock. "Laurent...yes..." It came out on a hiss, his hips surging up and suddenly in. He needed him so badly. So much more. He clasped Laurent's length and stroked upwards, hoping to bring him the same kind of pleasure he himself was feeling.